Birch - Clean Bandit, Eliza Shaddad

I was a fool for you and

I went all round town

When I finally saw you

Now I’m speaking to make this something

Cold

It’s not enough to hear you

Your voice will never be I find I hate to be near you

I, I long to see this evening through

Cold

I call home

Call home

Call home

Call home

Call home

Call home